LOGINWhen Avery opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Dominic's Adam's apple, inches from her face.The taut line of his throat shifted slightly with each steady breath. She realized, with a jolt of panic, that at some point she had wrapped her arms around him, her fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt. Beneath the thin layers of their clothes, the heat of their skin felt heavy, almost viscous, tangling them together.The sheer intimacy of it made her brain short-circuit. She instinctively recoiled."Awake?"His voice was a sandpaper rasp. Dominic didn't open his eyes; instead, he tightened his hold, his strength sheer and arrogant as he crushed her back against him, erasing the inch of space she had just fought to gain.Avery collided with his rock-hard chest, her senses flooded by his scent—bitter pine and burnt shadows."Dominic, let go," she hissed, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it would shatter her ribs.Only then did Dominic open his eyes. They were shot t
Avery pushed open the back door, trying to get some fresh air to suppress the overwhelming nausea that had been crashing through her skull all night.By the back door on the first floor, Drake was leaning against the wall, smoking. Cigarette butts littered the ground at his feet. As Avery walked past, he spoke."The North End warehouse. Boss signed it over last night."Avery stopped in her tracks and looked at him, stunned."That was the only deep-water port in Obsidian City. He almost got stabbed to death at the docks last year trying to hold onto that place. Every faction in the city wanted a piece of it. And he just handed it over.""Why?""To protect you!" Drake threw his half-finished cigarette to the ground."Victor wanted your blood sample. That was his leverage. Dr.Clair, Boss was cutting off his own limb. You should take a good look."He shoved a folder against Avery's chest.Avery walked into the kitchen gripping the folder. And stopped dead.Dominic was standing at the stov
Avery was woken by Dorothea's small hand patting her face."Mommy, the sun's already up. Way up."She snapped her eyes open and glanced at the clock.11:40.She had slept for nearly twelve hours.Dorothea was already dressed, her rabbit tucked under one arm and an unwrapped strawberry candy clutched in her fist."Mrs. Cooper said if you don't get up soon, I'm going to eat all the cake myself."Avery touched her daughter's hair. Her throat was so dry she could barely push the words out. "...I'm up."She washed up as fast as she could. She put on a turtleneck, the collar snug against her throat, hiding the red marks left from yesterday's struggle in the ruins.The moment she sat down at the table, Mrs. Cooper told her that Dominic had locked himself in the study since early morning. No one was allowed in except Drake. Aside from the occasional sound, it was so quiet it made her chest tight."Mommy, that uncle is broken today."Dorothea was crouched on her chair, twisting one of her rabb
Early that morning, the silence was shattered by a photograph sent from an unrecognized string of characters.It was the aftermath of the fire seven years ago.The blackened window frames were twisted in agony; in front of the laboratory ruins stood a slender young boy. Even with his back turned and the image blurred, the oppressive gloom radiating from him was enough to make the blood run cold.Avery zoomed in.The boy's right hand was clenched around a silver lighter. A specific nick on the corner caught her eye—a mark she herself had left when she was seven years old.Coincidence didn't stretch this far. The same silver lighter. The same distinctive dent.It was impossible."Who are you? Where did this photo come from?"Avery's fingers trembled as she typed her inquiry, but she was met only by a string of glaring red exclamation marks. Failure to send."Mommy, your heart is beating so fast." Dorothea had woken up without her noticing, her small hand cupping Avery's icy cheek."It's
Julian was being held in a private care facility less than a ten-minute drive from the villa.Calling it a "facility" was a stretch; it was an independent building under Dominic's name. Men in black suits patrolled the perimeter, and two black SUVs sat in the courtyard, engines idling, with people inside.When Drake led Avery in, the hallway was deathly silent, save for a nurse pushing a medicine cart. The wheels let out a faint, rhythmic squeak against the linoleum.The room was on the second floor. From the window, she could see the courtyard below. Julian was leaning against the pillows, looking peaceful in his sleep.Avery sat by his side for a while. He looked so still, so untouchable.Drake stood at the doorway, checking his watch every few minutes."Why move him?" Avery asked."How is this safer than the safe room at the villa?"Drake stiffened, his jaw twitching, but he offered no answer.Realizing she wouldn't get an answer, Avery took one last look at Julian and walked out.
The car sped away from Victor’s estate, cutting through the encroaching darkness.Dominic’s grip on Avery’s wrist remained ironclad."Let go!" Avery struggled violently, her elbow slamming into the car’s C-pillar. A white-hot flash of pain radiated from the bone.The impact jarred Dominic’s hand loose. He stared at the angry red welt blooming on her skin, his brow furrowing for a fleeting second, but he remained silent."Even if you jump out, you won't make it out of this city. Don’t do something stupid."Avery massaged her wrist, looking down at the swelling. Suddenly, she let out a short, jagged laugh.Silence swallowed the car, save for the heavy, rhythmic sound of Dominic’s breathing beside her."Don't test my limits," he warned, his voice low. "You’d be wise to simply fulfill your contract."She felt his eyes on her—searching, predatory, looking for a crack in her resolve. Avery didn't give him the satisfaction. She stared out the window, her voice eerily calm."Don't worry," she







